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Posted on June 8 at 8:23 a.m.
This is touching and sharp, Starshine. As a dad, I cannot imagine that kind of shedding of loved ones, even for "happiness and peace." That's sad and unworthy of a father, as it makes children commodities. Still, your love shows through, and that is what is most amazing about this piece.
On Lost: One Father
Posted on February 9 at 9:35 a.m.
Finally! The secret to ratcheting up the romance for a happy marriage is out in the open! Boop-boop-a-doop! Thanks, Starshine.
On Marriage by iChat
Posted on January 19 at 5:37 p.m.
I'm pumping my fist in the air, and want you to know that, as a parent of two elementary school kids, I welcome other parents to smartly and calmly correct my kids' behavior. That's why they're respectful and know bad behavior when they see it. Thanks for speaking up Starshine!
On Correcting Others' Children
Posted on December 15 at 10 a.m.
The order to "be funny" is as unnerving, I suppose, as a sudden request to "be smart." They're both spontaneous qualities, and situational at their best (you had to be there).
I've seen Steve Martin around L.A.--at restaurants and walking about--and he seems most grateful to be acknowledged quietly and left alone, as is his right. Although when he wasn't funny at the next table in the sushi restaurant, they still wouldn't give me my money back.
On Well, Excuuuuuse Him!
Posted on November 17 at 9:55 a.m.
Thank you for the very funny befuddlement. It is a tightrope walk to talk about something so intimately tacky, and you pulled it off (no, no, no...) with your usual grace and class. Thanks for staying on the high road.
By the way, years ago I knew a woman who, after a night in a drunken blackout, awoke with a Blue Chip stamp affixed to her girl-part. While not vajazzling, it was at least redeemable.
On Vajazzling Is Befuddling
Posted on September 22 at 12:54 p.m.
After drinking all day in Rosarito Beach, Mexico, we went to a San Diego restaurant for dinner, where she entertained the bar by swinging upside down from a tree in the atrium. I never saw her again.
On 'Why He's My Ex'
Posted on September 8 at 3:46 p.m.
Another fine, thoughtful column, Starshine.
When I was growing up (not so many years ago) there were agreed upon benchmarks as one approached adulthood--losing the training wheels, getting to wear shirts with collars, being trusted to be home when the street lights came on, high school graduation, etc. Now, with kindergartners donning a cap and gown, 13-year-old boys with ear holes big enough to hold a hand towel, and breast implants for teenage girls, everything is on the table and no one knows quite what to do with it. So there are no distinctions, and nothing for a kid to "push against" as he or she reaches the promised land. So dads dress like 8-year-olds, moms flirt with their daughter's boyfriends, and everybody is confused and unhappy when their kids USE the profanity that is so freely thrown around in the home. Makes me long for the old, repressed, and slightly dreamy days of not knowing how the world would change once I started shaving. Alas, I won't be at AdultCon. I've got too many grownup things to attend to. Thanks again, Starshine!
On Since When Does 'Adult' Mean Dirty?
Posted on July 7 at 12:05 p.m.
Another fine column. It is indeed a tricky job, being a parent, and no matter how many books there are on the subject, you'll have to find out on-the-job. You've really captured that here, and I appreciate it!
On Why Have Kids?